My son was sitting on the counter, as he usually does, while I made coffee and got breakfast together.
He watched as I threw some peppers and onions on a skillet for the eggs. I pulled out the carton and he looked with wide and glittering eyes, “Mommy, I help?”
No baby, not with this part. When you’re older. When you’re 3.
Then a whisper inside said, “Why not?” The little girl that still lives inside, wondered with my son.
Why not. Why not crack those eggs? Why not get our hands dirty? Why not make that mess? These all can be washed, after all.
And so we did. And he got his hands dirty, and the bowl got shells in it, and the counter got dripped on. But he learned. And I learned. And we laughed and I watched my son in wonderment, like he does with me each day. I watched as his tiny hands tried so hard to be both gentle and strong, as he wiped his fingers every time it touched the inside of the egg, and as he whispered gently to himself, “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
It was so incredibly special. I thought to myself, what if I had allowed myself to miss out on this? How many moments have I already missed?
And so I’m learning to do this more often now. To resist the adult in me and stop growing up. We all have heard the expression, “Let them be little” and I love that. But how about “Let us be little,” too? Remaining flexible and open to the magic in the ordinary and creating those moments as well.
So this is my gentle reminder to myself…And to you, and to whoever else is listening out there.
Let’s ask the adult in us to take a time out a little more often –while our littles are still little.
Let’s invite that little girl that still lives inside us, take her gently by the hand and bring her out to play. Because that’s where the magic lies, I’m learning. That’s the part of our children we want to preserve, isn’t it?
Let us work at preserving that in ourselves as well.
Love and light.